Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 07:11:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: solsticeman@yahoo.com
Subject: Twins Part 1
Twins
Endings and Beginnings
by
Solsticeman
Shota and Yuta were unhappy.
This was the day that they had been dreading for over a year.
They hadn't believed it when they were first told.
They couldn't believe that the teachers they loved could be so unkind.
Then... their mother , who could fix everything, said that she was unable
to do anything about it!
Today was so awful that they couldn't believe it was truly happening.
It should have been a day of pride and excitement. They were moving up to
middle-school.
All their friends were excited and proud... but...
Their friends weren't twins!
In Japan, their wishes were secondary to the needs of the nation, of their
company, of their school.
From an early age... from today... They must become part of a well ordered
machine.. and cease to behave as individuals.
The problem is that twins are not individuals... they are part of an
existing closed group.
Twins are a two-ness. A two-ness who owe more love and loyalty to each
other than they do to anyone else.
No company would hire a pair of twins. Their loyalty to one another would
always be greater than that which they owed to the company.
and...
No middle-school would ever put twins in the same class!
Today was that day... the day that they would be parted and placed in
separate classrooms. It would be almost the first time that they had been
out of sight of one another.
They had known the day would come, but they had not believed it.
The last day of term had been sad for all their friends, but for Shota and
Yuta it was the last day they would ever share a classroom and sit at
adjacent desks.
Now it was the first day of the new term... of the new school.
They put on their new uniform... much smarter than their old uniform. They
had new back-packs for their pencils (their mother had thoughtfully put a
lot of tissues in as well). Mother told them to be brave and that it was
important that to fit into their new classes. These boys would go right
through school with them and would be the friends they could depend on even
when they had children themselves.
Mothers always go on a lot.
Mother was truly worried for them. She had been afraid of today... right
from the first scan at the hospital!
They waited outside their house for the walking-bus to arrive... One mother
at the front and another at the rear and in between dozens of children in
pairs holding hands, older ones holding bright flags to warn the
traffic. It was good training... exactly the same system would be used to
lead neighbours to safety in an earthquake, except that then they would be
holding onto a rope that trailed behind the leader, to keep them in step,
to control panic. Today Shota and Yuta could have used a rope!
The staff were waiting for them at the school, and before they could
protest they were whisked apart and assigned to their new teacher.
To their surprise, their teachers each had a second boy with them. Clearly
they were not the only pair of twins that was being broken up that day.
Despite being scared and distressed the boys remembered their manners and
bowed to one another, Shota introduced himself to a boy called Shinjiro and
Yuta bowed to Shinjiro's twin Junichi. Junichi seemed a strange name for a
twin because it was a name given to an eldest son... Junichi smiled
patiently and explained for maybe the hundredth time that it was his
father's joke, because he was ten minutes older than his brother.
The teachers told the boys to hold hands and to follow them out to the
school yard where the morning parade was taking place. They were put as the
front pair in each of their class's column, where the teacher could keep an
eye on them in case they ran off!
There was something comforting about the hand they were holding... not
their twin, but another twin who understood and who was holding on
tight... at least they had one person who truly understood.
The shocks to the system were not quite over yet...
As well as being an opportunity to break up twins, the change of school at
nine years old was also being used to correct bad habits...
"Shota introduce yourself to your new class"
Shota stood and turned to face the others, bowed, and then got it wrong! He
knew what he had done as soon as he said it... he bowed and...
"Shota da ne"...
The toddler's version of the language, so informal that in adulthood it
would count as swearing! His mother had explained and explained... that at
nine years old he was expected to change the way he spoke, at least when
the teacher was around.
Without waiting for reproof...
"Sumimasen, Shota desu"
"Well remembered... and now tell ME your name!"
Shota's face was a study in concentration, he was determined to get this
right...
"Sensei, Shota degozaimasu!"
He had got it right, the honorific form that his teacher deserved.
The teacher smiled...
"Well done, and you may tell your mother that she has done well also!"
When everyone had been introduced and materials for the year had been
handed out the teacher set them to writing-practise, not with pencils or
crayons as in the West, but with large brushes and sheets of
newspaper. They now had nine years in which to learn the nearly two
thousand Chinese characters needed just to read newspapers... today was
very daunting!
The quiet concentration gave Shota time to remember Yuta and he wondered if
he was feeling any better. A quiet sob caused him to look at Shinjiro who
was sitting on the floor next to him. A tear was running down the side of
his nose, and he impatiently brushed it away.
Their teacher saw the gesture and before the class could see what was
happening said...
"Shota, take Shinjiro to the washroom, he has something on his face... help
him wash it off."
"Come straight back as soon as he is ready"
Now Shinjiro was Shota's problem! The first of a lifetime of obligations.
He took his new friend by the hand and led him down the corridor.
They entered the washroom, and as soon as the door closed Shinjiro's
self-control was lost.
Tears poured down his face and his slim frame shook with sobs. Shota didn't
feel any better than Shinjiro did, but the distress of his new friend was
now all that he could think about. He threw his arms around him and pulled
his head to his chest, shushing him gently... like his own mother would
have.
Eventually the sobs subsided and his friend simply stood there in his arms
while he cuddled him back to a more stable state. It was a strange feeling
cuddling his new friend... it was nice and was comforting for Shota
too. His face began to get warm, and he hugged Shinjiro tight. He knew it
wouldn't last and he didn't want the teacher to have to come and find them
like this, but he knew it was important too. In his short life he had loved
his parents and Yuta of course and his pet rabbit and aunty... but he had
never loved a stranger before.
He knew it was love... although it would be many years before he would know
what to call it. Love was the warm feeling that holding his friend gave
him. Love was the pleasure he got from having been able to comfort him,
stop him crying. Love was the warm cheek against his warm cheek and... it
was not wanting to let go.
Then Shinjiro seemed to realise that this was all a bit too strange, and
pulled away.
"Sensei will be angry, we had better go back!"
"Wash your face then, that's what he told us to do!"
As he dried his face Shinjiro smiled...
"Thank you for being so nice, I'm glad you were here"
"Me too, today would have been awful without you"
"It still is I think, but I know what you mean"
They took each other's hand and squeezed. Then, still hand in hand, they
returned to the class.
At the end of the day they joined their walking-buses and Shota was
re-united with Yuta. His brother was very quiet...
"How was your day?"
"Awful, I missed you!"
"I'm sorry!"... "Did you make any friends?"
"Junichi is nice. I was sad at lunch-time and he sat with me till I felt
better."
"Just sat?"
"Yes, what else? He chatted till I felt better again. I wished you had
been there though!"
Shota felt sad for his brother... He wished that he had been able to look
after him like he had Shinjiro. Then he considered how embarrasing it would
have been if it had been his brother that he had needed to cuddle.
That night Yuta pushed his futon close to his brother's on the tatami floor
of their bedroom. When their mother had said goodnight, he sneaked his hand
under the edge of his brother's duvet and felt round till he found his
hand. They went to sleep holding hands, together but alone in their new
worlds.
The following morning they woke to find that they were still holding hands,
but Yuta had rolled over and was half way onto Shota's futon. His
pyjama-clad hip was pressed against his brothers back and their hands were
squashed beween them. Shota woke first, a little disorientaed from a poor
night's sleep it took a few moments for him to realise that Yuta was
holding his hand and that it was squashed behind him in Yuta's lap.
He could feel that Yuta was hard down there and wondered why. It happened
to him occasionally but this was the first time that it had happened to
someone else while he was with them. He didn't understand why Yuta was hard
when he wasn't even awake. That really was strange!
He wondered why such things happened. Maybe his mother knew, maybe he could
ask her next time they all shared the o-furo, the big bath
Yuta stirred and pulled his hand away, rubbing his arm which had gone to
sleep. He rolled back onto his futon and sat up suddenly...
"Yesterday was awful!"
"Yes I know... I'm glad we have Shinjiro and Junichi for company... I
expect they are sad too"
"Shin was sad, but I managed to cheer him up before the class noticed... it
would have been horrid if they had teased him!"
"You are lucky, Jun isn't as much fun"
"Be nice to him... he must be missing Shin badly too.. give him a hug if he
is sad!"
"The class would laugh!"
"Not in class silly, somewhere they can't see... in the corridor or the
store cupboard, just a quick hug so he knows he isn't on his own, that you
are sad too"
"Maybe" Yuta said doubtfully, Jun hadn't seemed to be the sort of boy that
you hug.
School went a little more quickly the second day. Boys knew where things
were and where to go. When the teacher wanted more books he sent Shota to
get them, with Shin to help.
Being out of sight of the rest of the class, and with just Shota, who had
been with him yesterday, Shin lost it again. This time he didnt actually
cry, but he hung onto his new friend, and Shota could feel the gulps of
breath and the way his body shook. He held onto his friend and petted the
back of his neck to calm him, making little motherly noises that seemed
right but sounded silly. Shin calmed down again and stood holding on,
hugging his friend hard. His hands were round Shota's lower back and when
he hugged it pulled Shota's hips towards him. Shin didn't seem to have
noticed, but Shota could feel something down there. Hugging was nice!
Eventually after a couple of minutes of cuddling (well it did seem more of
a cuddle than a hug!) they separated, looking a bit embarrassed.
"We had better get back... thank you for being my friend."
"S'OK... its nice, makes me feel better too"
"Promise you wont tell... that you cuddle me till I stop crying I mean"
"No, I wont tell... I promise... You can take your turn cuddling me if I
cry!"
The days began to pass more quickly, Shota and Shin still took every
opportunity to cuddle. They knew it made them happier and it made school
seem easier.
At night, Shota had continued to hold hands with his brother. Before school
he had taken to saying "Give me a hug before we go!" He loved those
moments, the way his brother squeezed him to him and then relaxed so that
they stood there pressed together. He didn't know why it felt so good but
it did, and it helped him face the day without his brother and with just
Shin for company. Despite mother's urgings, the others in the class didn't
seem to count, it was Shin who understood and it was Shin's company and
cuddles that made the days pass.
Yuta wasn't having such a smooth time. His friend Jun was less
affectionate. Sometimes he would hold hands but he stiffened at the
shoulders when Yuta tried to hug him.
Still... He was Yuta's closest friend in the class, and his company made up
for some of the hurt of being without his brother.
Their mothers had become friends at the parents' meeting that happened
twice a term. It wasn't like a PTA meeting as we would know it. It was an
opportunity for the teacher to shout a lot and tell the parents how
inadequate their children were, how they should have more after-school
tuition!
He was quite right of course... the children came from a poor neighborhood,
of parents who drank beer and played pachinko. What the children needed
were education-mommas, the sort of parents who sat them down with homework
and extra-homework and outside-tutors. Life in a Japanese Middle-School was
not a rehearsal for Junior-High... it was their one and only chance to do
well enough to get into a good Junior High, a poor Junior High would lead
inevitably to a poor Senior High School and then to a University that
no-one outside their prefecture had even heard of!
The mothers of both sets of twins, were in fact well educated and both
fathers had quite good jobs as sarariman in respectable companies. Their
stories were the same, both mothers had invested heavily in the stocks and
shares that were sold door to door in their neighborhood, and both had been
seriously damaged when the bubble-economy collapsed.
Life passed smoothly enough. The two pairs of twins had accepted each
other's brother as sort-of replacement twins. No-one else seemed to have
noticed that the twins had not been broken up, but had only swapped
partners. Maybe it didn't matter... honour had been satisfied within the
system.
Two years passed... they still hugged and cuddled, but they only held hands
in private now.
Shota and Yuta slept together, their mother had given them a big duvet as a
reward for not making a fuss at school. She thought that the extra comfort
would make it easier for them during the day... she was correct! Yuta
needed his brother because Jun was still quite distant and didn't give him
the support that Shin gave Shota... but even so.. he was a good friend!
It was the summer term. They were now eleven years old and growing
fast. This was an afternoon that would answer many questions that the
maturing of their bodies had asked. It would also ask many more new
questions than it answered!
Shota had asked to be excused... too much cola at lunch-time!
As he entered the boys' toilet he was astonished to see Shin... no, Shin
was left behind in class... Jun then.
His twin-brother's friend was staring at him shocked.
At first, Shota's innocence saved him from understanding what he was
seeing. There was another older boy kneeling on the floor, but Shota
couldn't see what he was doing... then he could! Jun's thing was in the
boy's mouth and he was sucking on it with obvious pleasure!
The boy glanced up and saw Shota's shocked expression. He shot to his feet
and bending low apologetically scuttled out the door, tucking a stiffened
cock back into his pants.
Jun was looking stricken... tears were pouring down his face... Shota
rushed to him.
"What was he doing? Did he hurt you? Are you OK?"
Jun was too upset to answer at first. Shota wrapped his arms round him and
hugged him as if he was his brother Shin. Jun was shaking with silent
sobs...
"Please, please don't tell Shin!... Shin would hate me!"
"What? Why? that boy was hurting you... Shin could help us beat him up!
"You don't understand!"
"Come on, we might still catch him, two of us can thump him!"
"No... no... he's OK, he's a friend!"
"A friend? But he was ..."
"Yeah I know, but he's a friend... from our old school"
"You did that at your old school?"
"Yes, his cousin showed him, and it was nice, so..."
"We only did it a few times, but... I can't stop. I want to but I can't!"
His sobs had subsided and Shota felt the same pleasure in cuddling him that
he did in cuddling Jun's twin. This time was different though... he could
feel the hardness of Jun's bare cock pressing against his leg... it felt
nice!
They cuddled for a few minutes before Shota realised that Jun was gently
rubbing his cock against the front of Shota's trousers. By this time Shota
had acquired one of those stiffnesses that he got these days, and still had
no real explanation for. The feeling of Jun's hardness rubbing against his
own was having a strange effect on Shota. He had a desperate urge to put
his hand down to feel what was happening. He knew he shouldn't, that what
Jun was doing was strange enough without him adding to it, but...
Without conscious will Shota's hand slid down Jun's back and as Jun eased
away from him, it slipped between them. He first felt his own hardness
covered by his trousers and then the warm softness and hardness of Jun's
thing. Jun whispered in his ear...
"Please hold it for me... I need to... "
Thinking that what Jun wanted was a sort of extension to the cuddle,
Shota's hand closed over Jun's cock and he stood there gently holding him,
one arm round his back in a hug and the other holding the warmth of Jun's
hardness. he whispered the sort of gentle nothings that had calmed Jun when
he was upset.
Then he felt Jun begin a gentle motion thrusting gently with his hips so
that his cock slipped to and fro within Shota's hand. He felt Jun's cheek
getting hot against his own, and then his breathing becoming ragged, now he
was gasping in Shota's ear...
"Oh thank you, thank you, I never... Yuta, I never..."
Then he jerked, his hips jerking and his stomach thrusting against Shota.
Shota was frightened... "What is it, whats happened? are you OK?"
"Oh yes, that was wonderful, best ever!"
"What was the best ever?"
"Best ever, best time going ever"... The Japanese don't cum, they go! But
Shota didn't know that yet, although he had accidentally taken the first
step towards understanding.
He still thought that something untoward had happened to Jun and so he
cuddled him until their hearts stopped racing and Jun softened in Shota's
hand.
"He never made it that good, even when he played my flute!"
"Played your flute?" Shota was puzzled again... this was all a tremendous
mystery.
"Yes, played my flute, sucked my thing, what he was doing when you scared
him off!"
"You did this at your Elementary School?" Shota asked incredulously.
"Yes, Ichiro was a year older than me, and his cousin was three years older
than him, and their youngest uncle was seventeen and showed him how" Jun
said in a rush.
So, he sucked your thing in Elementary School" Shota said slowly...
"No, no... we only played with our things there... you know... jerking
off... like you just did for me"
"I did?" Shota said.
"Yes, he didnt play my flute till we got here... we couldn't do things
until Ichiro could show him..."
"And not until their uncle had shown his cousin!" Shota said suddenly,
beginning to understand.
"Exactly... he has only been playing my flute since the beginning of second
year of Middle School... and I haven't played his yet... though he wants me
to!"
"The thing I dont understand..." said Shota... "is why you are so cold to
Yuta and pull away when he tries to be nice. If you do this with
Ichiro... what's wrong with Yuta? He wanted to be your friend and make you
happy when you are sad.. and all you did was push him away" Shota felt very
sad at the mean way that Jun had been treating his twin, when he could have
been showing him these new things and giving him a hell of a cuddle at the
same time!
"I couldn't do it with Yuta! I couldn't do it with Shin! They are my twin
and second-twin, it'd be wrong!"
"I couldn't hug Yuta... I might have got a stiff thing, and he would have
noticed and he would have thought... I was..." Yuta trailed
off... uncertain of what he meant, but sure that doing flute-playing with
your twin was too strange... his twin knew everything about him... but
there were things he could never know!
"You mean, you think Yuta is a replacement twin for Shin?"
"Sort of... they took Shin off me... but there was Yuta and he was a twin
and understood... and I could love him instead...
"So long as he didn't know!" said Shota quietly.
"Yes, so long as he didn't know"... "If he found out he would hate me and
the class would hate me... and I would have to kill myself" his voice
trailed away. Shota understood, it was a society in which that such public
shame could only be avoided by death. Their society could accept the shamed
person's honourable death as sufficient to cleanse their memory of all
shame. Children spoke in whispers of the forests where people went to do it
in the peace and privacy of the tall trees and bamboos. They whispered of
how the police went into the forests once a year to collect and identify
the bodies of that year's harvest.
"You mean no-one else does this flute-playing?" Shota said, seeing a flaw
in Jun's understanding. "You mean Ichiro does it, his cousin does it, their
uncle does it and I suppose someone showed him..."
"Ichiro said that his cousin's uncle said that it was very secret thing and
we would be terribly shamed if anyone found out"
"I don't know... there seem to be a lot of people doing it if its
that... queer!"
"Yes queer, he said we were queer!"
Jun suddenly looked worried... "We had better get back before they catch us
here!"
"And think we are queer?" Shota grinned... he didn't seem as impressed by
the distant uncle's warning as Jun.
"This was fun, I think!" Shota said. "Can we do it again? You can tell me
more about flutes and things"
"OK, but be careful... maybe three in the afternoon would be best, its
quiet then!"
Shota grinned and stretching to his full height he planted a warm wet kiss
on Jun's lips!
He could hardly tell him more clearly!
That night Yuta was very quiet. So Shota gave him a huge hug. It lasted so
long that Shota knew that he was getting hard in his pyjamas. This time
instead of pulling away He held his twin close, wondering what would happen
if he noticed. His experience early in the day had revealed that, although
the mechanism of it all still eluded him, there was pleasure to be got (and
given) by hugging someone when their thing had got hard.
He was excited to feel his brother getting hard against him and risked a
slight rub of his hips against his twin's. Yuta's face started to get warm
and Shota made his hip movements more obvious. His brother responded and
they found themselves rubbing their cocks against one another.
After a few minutes their motion became ragged as their legs wobbled and an
insistent feeling developed in the region of their cocks. Shota thought he
needed to pee very badly and afraid that he would have an accident he
pulled away from his brother and rushed to the bathroom.
Yuta followed him and they stood side by side trying to pee. Eventually
their cocks softened and they peed and returned to their futons. As they
held hands and were about to slip into sleep, Yuta said...
"That was a lovely hug, lets do that again tomorrow"
Shota leaned across and gave him a long, warm, soft kiss...
"Yes lets!"
The next day Shota went to the boys' toilets at 3pm and found Jun waiting
for him. He already had his cock out and was wanking it gently while he
waited. Shota stood entranced, watching Jun's hand sliding up and down on
his cock... such an obviously naughty thing!
He quickly went to his new friend and took his cock in his hand, it was
warm and exciting to hold. He was hard himself and his body jerked when Jun
placed a hand on him and copped a feel of him.
"Oh wow! that feels good, what are you doing, why does it feel good?"
"I'm not sure, its like when mums and dads make babies, I guess. That's
supposed to be nice too"
"I thought they just did it when they needed a baby..."
"No, our futons are just through a paper wall from mine and they do it lots
more than that."
"You mean you can hear your dad sticking his thing in your momma?"
"Yes, and sometimes when he is really drunk I can hear him telling her to
suck harder. I think she must be blowing his flute then!"
"Wow, I cant think mine do anything that dirty!"
"What do you do while they are doing it?... does Shin listen too?"
"No, he is always asleep by then, I just lie there and jerk myself off"
"What's that then?"
"What you did yesterday!"
"But... all I did was hold your thing while you rubbed it against my
hand..."
"That's jerking off, except mostly you use your own hand, unless..."
"Unless?... unless you have a friend to help?"
"Yes"
An idea occurred to Shota. "Does Shin ever help?"
"Nah, he'd be too shy for that sort of thing, not like Ichiro... he's much
more fun!"
Shota began to see how much Jun misunderstood his brother. Perhaps, he
could get them sorted out! Wouldn't it be wonderful if he could get Jun
being nicer to Yuta!
But... How to go about it? Yuta was enjoying big-hugs so that was mostly
sorted, but what about Shin, and what about Shin and Jun together. There
was a long way to go before everyone was as happy as Shota was beginning to
feel, after such a long time in which he had felt only the sadness of
separation from his twin.
"How did you and Ichiro start helping each other? Was it in here?"
"No. He's our cousin so sometimes he sleeps over with us."
"But even so..."
"It was a night when dad was very drunk. Momma knew he would be drunk so
she sent us to bed before he came home. Sometimes he gets very angry when
he's drunk, so we always avoid him then!"
"Anyway, we talked and talked and Shin fell asleep. Ichiro was playing
grab, pretending to pull my duvet off. We heard dad come in and a lot of
loud talking and then they went to bed."
"That was the first time I heard him ask momma to suck harder. They had
always made a lot of noise when he was drunk, but I thought they were
quarrelling"
"I asked Ichiro what was meant about sucking harder"
"He laughed at me and said that they had been fucking and now he wanted her
to play his flute"
"That didn't help much because I told him that dad didn't own a flute!"
"He laughed a lot more and grabbed my thing and said "That's his flute, we
all have a flute, and its great to have it played!""
"I was more confused than ever and asked him "So what's fucking and what
does that have to do with flutes?""
"Then he went back to the beginning, and explained about making-babies and
that dad's thing would get stiff and he would put it in Momma's pussy and
rub it in and out until a baby was passed into her tummy, or something like
that. Anyway, he said it felt wonderful for Dad, so he did it as often as
Momma would let him."
"I asked him why she wouldn't let him sometimes and he was confused about
that but said sometimes Mommas did refuse but then they might offer to play
his flute instead, to keep him happy and avoid getting thumped if he was
drunk"
"He still had hold of my thing while we were talking and was squeezing it
gently... it felt nice"
He said "Your thing is stiff, that makes it a flute"
I asked him "So what's playing it then?"
"Ichiro said that if Momma put Dad's stiff thing in her mouth, like a
flute, then her mouth was warm and wet like her pussy would have been. By
sucking on it she could make it even nicer than fucking her would have
been!"
"Then he said that anyone can do it, lots of boys and girls do it for fun,
because it feels just as good as fucking, and means you dont make a baby by
mistake"
"He even said that sometimes boys do it too, just because it feels good and
maybe they haven't got a girlfriend to do it for them, just being nice to
each other, sort of thing"
"And... he was still playing with your thing, I mean flute?"
"It's only a flute when its in someone's mouth!"
"I see"
"So anyway, he said would I like him to show me how to jerk off, and I said
yes please"
"He let go of my thing and lifted the duvet off. It was sticking straight
up, so stiff it almost hurt. He took it in his fingers and started rubbing
up and down like he was shaking a sauce bottle... it felt wonderful!"
"Did he make you jerk all over like you did yesterday?"
"No, he stopped after a bit, just when it was getting really really nice
and asked me if I'd let him show me what it was like to have my flute
played."
"It sounded pretty gross, but I was too excited to say no!"
"So, you let him put your thing in his mouth, yeuk! and what if he sneezed
and bit it..."
"He just opened his mouth and closed it over me... it felt so wonderful,
warm and wet and... just wonderful"
"His fingers had been so hard on my cock and he'd rubbed it till it was
getting sore, but then his mouth was warm and wonderfully soft... then I
sort of exploded... like I did yesterday... and it felt so good... so
good..."
Shota could see that Jun was very excited, he had stopped rubbing his cock
and was standing there holding it out towards Shota, with a pleading in his
eyes. Shota quickly took it in his hand like he had the day before, but
then before he could think about it, he dropped to a squat and quickly put
his mouth over the head of Jun's cock... now it was a flute he thought.
He instinctively used his lips to shelter Jun's cock from his teeth, and
Jun started to fuck his mouth. It didn't take long... suddenly Jun's body
shook again like yesterday, and a small warm sweetness filled Shota's
mouth, and soon after he took his mouth away, savored the flavour and
asked...
"Was that a baby?"
"No, that's just the dad's half of the baby, the other half is in the
momma's tummy waiting for it"
"Wow, and the dad gets a good feeling like when you jerked?"
"Sure does! That's why they get married and live together, its so the momma
can have babies, cos that's what momma's want and the dad's can have loads
of fun putting their cocks in the momma's cunt, cos that's what dads want!"
"Wow... Ichiro told you all this?"
"Yeah, his uncle told him about it. He said its a secret. Grownups dont
tell kids about it, so they dont start playing with their sisters and
stuff"
Shota thought about that, and then asked the obvious question...
"So, why did his uncle tell him?"
"I dont really know, but Ichiro asked so many questions that his uncle
eventually agreed to show him how some of it worked, like jerking
off... and he showed him pictures in a book of girls showing their private
bits and men sticking their cocks into them and stuff"
"He said he got so hard his uncle had to help him get it soft again"
"Just once?"
"No, lots of times, but his uncle said it was only fair if Ichiro did
things for him too"
"So what did he want?"
"Well, Ichi had to let his uncle put his cock between Ichi's legs and play
his flute and stuff"
"And stuff?"
"Ichi wouldn't tell me all of it... said some of it was too secret!"
"Wow!"
Shota of course had enjoyed getting Jun's little load of baby stuff and had
got very stiff while doing it. But, Jun seemed to have lose interest and
wanted to get back to class.
Shota's cock was uncomfortable even after it went soft, and stayed that way
through bath time and into bed.
His father was late coming home, and he heard him go to bed. His mother was
whispering something and then his father said in a loud drunken
whisper... "Fucking women!.. well go on play it for me then... and fucking
swallow it this time... fucking women!"
This time Shota could picture his mother on her knees for his father like
he had done for Jun... with a cock in her mouth... like he had for
Jun... and she would get her mouth filled just like he had with Jun
earlier. He wondered if his father's baby-stuff was sweet like Jun's.
All this and the noise from the next room made him very stiff and he felt
an urgent need to do the jerking thing. At that moment he realised that his
brother's breathing had stopped... no... he was holding his breath... then
he breathed again. Shota recognised that his brother was trying to hide the
fact that he was awake and listening to the sound of his father telling his
mother to do very rude things.
Shota remembered immediately the story Jun had told him of the way Ichiro
had felt Jun up in exactly the same circumstances. Quietly he pretended to
be asleep and rolled towards Jun so that his arm circled over him and his
hand came to rest on Yuta's cock. He felt immediately that Yuta was hard
and the sound of Yuta's breathing told him that his brother was nearing
those feelings that would need jerking or flute-playing to make them go
away.
He squeezed gently and heard Yuta gasp... again and another gasp. Yuta
hadn't made any move to stop him... so he squeezed again and again, gently
and rhythmically. Yuta's breathing became louder... almost a scale version
of the noises that their father was making.
Shota stopped and rolled away... he heard a disappointed noise from Yuta,
and rolled back towards him, but this time managed to arrange that, when he
pulled his duvet up around his shoulders, his arms were now under the duvet
and he could cop feels of his brother's cock with only his pyjamas in the
way.
This time it was Yuta that rolled away and then back again, but now his
pyjamas were open at the front and his warm soft-hard cock was jutting out
so that Shota's exploring hand now copped feels of bare warm exciting
flesh. At first he just held it and squeezed but then he started the up and
down stroking that Jun had shown him, that he called jerking-off. Yuta lay
there his breathing shallow and ragged, trying desperately to not compete
with the exciting and mysterious animal noises coming from their parents'
room.
But then their mother started making small wailing noises, saying "dont
stop... yes...yes" and other ruder things that made their faces flush,
though whether it was embarrassment or excitement was hard to tell. Shota
jerked off his brother more openly and vigorously. His brother in turn
started saying quietly "Yes... yes... dont stop... yes...yes". Shota was
excited as he felt his brother start to jerk in his arms... he kissed his
ear and his brother turned his head so that their lips met.
When it was all over for Yuta, he said to his brother "That was wonderful,
how did you know how to do that?" Shota thought for a moment and then
said...
"Promise not to tell... Ichiro, Shin's cousin told Jun and Jun told Shin
and he told me". Nearly true, near enough for Yuta to know that Jun knew
how to do it without telling him that he had been playing dirty with his
twin's best friend.
Yuta thought about that...
"If Jun knows how to do it, why didn't he tell me?"
"Shin said that Jun is afraid that if you knew his thing gets hard when you
sit by him you would get embarrassed and avoid him!"
"That's silly, I often get hard when his leg rests against mine in class!"
Then he realised what he had admitted...
"Is it wrong, is that why he's embarrassed?"
"Ichi's uncle says it's OK but secret, we aren't supposed to know about it
till we're older"
Pondering the strangeness of adults the boys went to sleep, cheek to cheek
and cock to cock.